Suburban Culture - Killing Innocence | Текст песни

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Infancy is a perfect time to be naïve,
But sometimes indecent people come to our lives.
And one fine day, when flowers bloom under the tender moisture
You can see fat dirty body and tender child’s neck

Black hair’s piercing the skin
Crude hands are killing Innocence
What’s going on?
Put your thoughts in your stinking ass!

The crime place will always smell like musty puddle
Adults’ heart will shudder every sudden cuddle
And accept that mad world full of drugs for minds
Even broken lives are still the only ones

Stop your mad hunger
Take your hands off!
Stop your mad hunger
Spit your dirty soul!


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